I am a self employed, legally blind artist currently working out of Boston MA.
My style is very eclectic, surreal, and traditional all rolled up into one. I love to create a beautiful still life or calming landscape. But I also want to paint sword wielding cats, dragons, and fantastical worlds. If you can name it, I can and probably will paint it.
I do take commissions, so feel free to drop me a message or email and we can come up with the perfect painting for you.
Sometimes Finn and Jake display the most healthy and positive friendship I’ve ever seen and sometimes it makes me really happy that they don’t pull tropey bullshit and they have lines like this that show just how much they get each other.
She remembered a summer’s snow in Winterfell when Arya and Bran had ambushed her as she emerged from the keep one morning. They’d each had a dozen snowballs to hand, and she’d had none. Bran had been perched on the roof of the covered bridge, out of reach, but Sansa had chased Arya through the stables and around the kitchen until both of them were breathless. She might even have caught her, but she’d slipped on some ice. Her sister came back to see if she was hurt.